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adriana Apr 2018
I'm wrapped around your fingers.
Your fingers are wrapped around my neck.
Choking the life out of me.
Breath by fading breath.
The Killers playing in the background.
It's a hit. It's also a song. Ironic, isn't it?

Mr. Brightside - The Killers
TK May 2017
4am
4am,
Hand in hand.

They travel at a steepening 120km/h

With deep minds,
Wearing warped thoughts.

Day after day,
The battle takes its toll.

The once sparkling blue in her eyes,
Now a dulled grey.

The contagious smiles that once beamed
From cheek-to-cheek, now forced and exhausted

Soul mates.
Their love stronger than any word could describe.
  
Windows rolled down
Her dark hair blows violently in the wind.

They both wear a pair of shades
Despite the lack of sunshine

In true purpose,
Of hiding their shared pain.

A moment before they descend
Sunglasses are lifted off,

Tears roll down their cheeks
Whilst they simply smile,

He lifts his hands off the wheel  
Caressing one another,

Lips on lips
          
The car takes flight,

For a moment lasting forever in their eyes.

The car flips off the bridge,

And in seconds both of them die
Together,
In peace forever is where they lie.
Dark n Beautiful Jul 2017
I lift my aching body from the bed
Liked an elder from the wheelchair: rigid

Looking at the mirror, I saw an unfamiliar face
a bad taste in my mouth, brought tears to my eyes

Oh God!
this old familiar hidden pain throughout my body
The light in my eyes dims, throughout this ordeal,
One foot move slowly, the other dragged along
Should I close my eyes, and listen' to it?

Could move on and fight this battle,
Or visual the pain with patience, a caption poem

The pain is rising up, the words began to unscrambles
Letter by letters, words by words
a needed password is required  to block or reset
Every sinew of my anatomy

I lift my aching body from my bed: I got to win
This downhill battle called chronic pain
Sidari Apr 2017
Deadly assassins
Hired killers of a
Secret cult
No words spoken
Vows not broken
Deadly deeds
For a hidden creed
The cloaked malice
That hides unseen
JR Rhine Dec 2016
Kiss me to "Mr. Brightside"
with that same sense of yearning--

It came on in the gas station
at 1:00 AM
and I thought of us

locking moist lips
in a desperate embrace

slipping on the slick tile floor
and knocking over the candy boxes

smashing into the frozen glass
and spilling peach tea
all over us--

that guitar riff is weeping with lust
and I am
insatiable.
Jack Jenkins Dec 2016
to all the good and loving foster parents, thank you so much. :) To the bad, this is for you*

Adopt a kid for your own
And when they make you groan
Send them back to the orphan's home
And then let them freely roam
Don't feel bad when their brains are blown
Written 19 February 2016... when I wrote this, it was for a friend with bad foster parents... but now it's dedicated to my friend who killed herself this year partly because her foster parents didn't care about her... didn't love her... I forgot I wrote this but now as I read... **** how did it become so true?
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